#mikey gets both angst and fluff in this au

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

Based on this post I made. My new AU #Battle Nexus Master Mikey.

In this AU 2003 Mikey replaces Daimyo who decides to retire after years of directing the Battle Nexus. Daimyo believes in Mikey to bring a change to the competition, and as Mikey is the new champion, everyone agrees (minus Gyoji who instantly wishes to be sent to the afterlife)

[sibsteria]

Where is my mind?

Mikey Way x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Content: smut, angst, fluff, fem!reader, abuse mention, minimally awkward virginity loss

Summary: mcr high school!au (appearances from fall out boy, later), Gee is your best friend and you are into Mikey. One faithful night, things come to a head and you make a choice, will you regret it? Does Mikey have feelings for you? Maybe a love triangle is to come…..

(this will be a multiple part series, i have really been missing the good old wattpad band fics lately, so this is imo a glorified reprisal of those days)

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Sitting outside of the principle’s office after school, waiting for Frank, is not how you wanted your Thursday afternoon to go. He just had to throw that chair at Bob- I mean, the kid deserved it but, you had places to be.

You heard the door click as he walked out to the hallway where you were, 99% of people had already left to go home after school, his shoes echoed the halls as he walked out of the office.

''Hey, Y/n...'' His hand finds the scruff of his neck, he smiles and shrugs his shoulders.

''I-...I'm not even gonna say anything. Come on, the others are waiting in the van.'' You chuckle and scruff up his hair and flicking him in the nose before legging it down to the exit.

''Hey!'' He screams after you, trying to catch up.

The van door is open as Ray sits in the driver's seat, Gerard next to him and Mikey is in the back. The van itself usually smelt like a mixture of weed, gummy worms, god awful body spray, alcohol and a strong slight tinge of BO. It belonged to Gerard, but Ray was borrowing it this weekend having just become a certified driver.

You scream as Frank nearly catches up, ''Mikey, move!'', you dive into the van and shuffle to hide behind Mikey as Frank jumps in after you.

''Aren't you brave.'' Frank says to Mikey and smirks.

''Okay, enough now, I just got my license and I don't need you and your stupid self to get that taken from me.'' Ray rolls his eyes, this is the first time he has driven us, it's usually Gee.

You sneak a glance at Mikey, his head leaning against the wall, trying to drown out Frank's boisterous noise. He glances over at you, his eyes widen a small amount as he catches you, you swallow and dart your eyes somewhere else. A heat of embarrassment cups your cheeks and you just pray you aren’t that red in the face.

Mikey smiles a little, before turning back to look out the window.

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Friday morning you decide to once again, as usual, to get a ride to school from the boys.

You stifle a cry as you look in the mirror, there is no hiding it today.

You never let them see you cry, it’s not the perception of yourself that you like them seeing.

You’re supposed to be the tough and rough one, the edge, where cares don’t exist when you are around. What a load of-

You can hear the creak from his bedroom floor from the downstairs bathroom, that’s enough pity party for today, you gotta get out of here.

Waiting in your front yard, you bring your cigarette up to your lips shakily, placing it between them and letting them wrap around the end, you take a firm pull.

As it the smoke escapes you- stinging your eyes a little as the wind blows it back, you withdraw the cig from your mouth, the tip of it stained a burgundy from your lips. Mornings like this are serene as the water from the gutter babbles and trickles from the roof onto the porch. The neighbourhood is silent at this hour, just the homeless and school kids awake- by now they would already be at school- your group were always late.

Your next door neighbours and coincidental friends Gerard and Mikey are your saving graces, the latter watches as you smoke your shitty morning away with a moment of peace. They both hear it at night and in the morning, and whenever you are in your house, really. Even though you acted solid, they can tell just how much you are breaking each day.

You didn't know Mikey had been watching you as you brush at your nose and eyes, pushing away the sadness, messy eyeliner being your typical look on any normal day, it never starts out fucked up but it always ends that way- sometimes before you even left your house.

The air was brisk, you had forgotten your jacket inside but there was no way you were going back in. Goosebumps appeared on your arms, you torn tank top not doing any justice to the cold, rubbing your knees together as you pull down your denim shorts- your tights ripped- although that was a fashion choice. You rolled your feet around in your dirt ridden, worn out boots, trying to capture some warmth. You dug around in your fabric messenger bag, trying to find the fishnet layer you new you had in there, to go over your tank. Your hand rummaged inside- your lipstick, cigarettes, matches, hair tie, purse, ID, eyeliner pencil and half a bottle of vodka banging against each other as you struggle to find it. You did find a banana clip though, a couple of scratches in the plastic- basically brand new in Jersey- you hold your cig in your mouth as you clip your hair back. The unwashed knotty hair was not a cool look, you make sure your fringe swoops over your tender eye, a hair poking you in it, making you wince a little.

You didn't hear Mikey hop over the fence.

''Wanna wear mine?'' Hs jacket was already off, presented to you as his slight smile covers his face. He had on a long sleeve top with a graphic tee over it.

''Oh, Mikes, I couldn't do that- you'll freeze.'' You frown at him.

''Nah, it's okay, you need it more than me.'' The encounter is awkward yet sweet. ''Seriously, I won't let you say no.'' He titters out a small laugh.

You give into the generosity, shrugging on his oversized hoodie, it smells exactly like him- drowned in cologne, the air freshener of the Way house, and of course- his own scent. He was always a little stinky, but ever since you got to know him- he started to smell better and better, introducing himself to showers. You doubted it had anything to do with you, though.

You internally beamed at this, you can smell him whenever you wanted now, until you eventually give it back. Maybe he won’t notice it go missing?

''Thanks...'' You blush and smile, your feet moving against the gravel and rocks on the ground.

“Honestly, it’s no problem…” His sentence trails off as you hair uncovers a bruise on your eye, “He…he hit you again?” Mikey whispered, thoroughly angry, his face dropping, he was sure the silence meant good things this morning.

“Yeah, but-“

“-no, no buts. You’re staying with us, tonight, at least. Just wait until Gee hears about this.” You and Gerard had been friends for longer than you had known Mikey.

“Till I hear about what?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear, rather, my angel.

“Take a look at this.” Mikey tugs on your arm pulling you over to their front lawn instead of yours, getting out out of the view of your front window.

Gee pulls your hair back gently, the black eye revealing itself.

“Fuck.” Gerard breaths in through his teeth, tongue pushed to the roof of his mouth.

Your lips start to tremble as you pull Mikey’s jacket closer around you. You could always act unbothered by it all until Gee looked you in the eyes.

“Oh, little miss, you can’t go back there tonight. Give him time to cool off. Someday we’ll move out o’ here, once the band takes off, I promise i’ll take care of you.”

“We’ll. All of us. Take care of you.” Mikey mumbles, putting his hand on your arm, giving it a rub. Gee picks up your limp hand, rubbing a comfort over your knuckles, in an attempt to soothe you.

You swallow thickly, the taste of tobacco and stale soda from this morning swimming in your mouth.

“Don’t let Frankie know until we are off the estate, we can’t have another broken window, he already doesn’t pay for heating.”

The brothers chuckle a little, angst still present in the atmosphere.

“Probably for the best.”

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You wait with the two until Ray and Frank pull up in the van, you take care in hiding your face from Frank as you climb inside, sitting in-between the Ways.

Pulling into the school parking lot, you finally put your guard down and let Frank see your face, Gee rubbing your arm as you do so in comfort.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! I’m gonna- gonna run him over, I really am- Ray! Start the van!” Frank is heaving, raving, screaming.

“Frankie, stop. He’ll just make it worse later.” You place a hand on his shoulder.

“Well, you’re not going back there tonight, I already called mom.” Gerard says, Mikey nods.

“I told her, she’s coming with us after school, and for the whole weekend now that I’m thinking about it.” Mikey recalls.

“You’re right. I just can’t- can’t believe it! Well, I can- but-“ You cut Frank off.

“It’s okay, i’m alive.” You shrug.

“Yeah, for now. Gotta smoke?” Frank huffs.

“Sure.” You giggle.

You and Frank lean on the side of the van across from the others, blowing your smoke into the air, and sometimes in each others faces to piss you both off. No one wants pure burnt tobacco in their face if it isn’t spiked with something more.

The bell rings, you quickly dab out your cig butts and all start running inside, taking a quick swig of your vodka bottle before you start the day.

“You better share that later.” Frank narrows his eyes at you as you reach it to class, late for homeroom anyways.

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t?”

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You got maybe about an hour of sleep last night? So falling asleep by your second class of the day was forseen, the smell of Mikey’s jacket helping to lull you off. You were sure to get detention for this, hey, at least you know you will be seeing Frank after school instead of waiting like yesterday. Ray sits next to you in mathematics, you aren’t sure why he isn’t in a smarter class.

The teacher drones on and on and acts like a lullaby almost.

As guaranteed by the end of class and many, many harsh berates for falling asleep- sure as shit, you had detention.

Leaving class was like a breath of fresh air, teenage, odourous, fresh air.

Nowadays, you hardly got bullied, having raised your status with Frank- he’s definitely not afraid to get in a fight, may it be for himself or on behalf of one of you. Which helped, people don’t touch him anymore- he’s a bit of a loose cannon.

You decided to take a page out of his book a while back, so people mostly left you alone.

That said…

There was a new clique, so to speak- on the rise, a couple of exchange students from a couple of states over grouping up the old hierarchy. You knew it wouldn’t take long until you had to reiterate just how much you don’t like to be fucked with, and instead of picking at you, they picked at someone much worse to mess with.

Down the hall you saw a vague scene, a group of girls and maybe two guys?

The closer you got, the more steam came out of your ears.

They stood there, laughing, picking on, humiliating Mikey.

No.

You took a moment to see how far they would take it, one of the guys decides to push mikey into his locker, making a loud tin crash. That doesn’t it, then.

You stormed over, standing in front of Mikey, forcefully shoved yourself in their faces.

“You think it’s funny to pick on someone who has done literally nothing to you?”

“Oh, please, nothing? He’s stood around all mopey like a little loser, someone had to take the top spot, we are sure not letting you losers have it. Freaks, I swear none of you have even heard of deodorant-“

You punch her straight in her nose, a spurt of blood spraying your knuckles along with her shirt, she stumbles back and one of her guy friends catches her. Tears form in her eyes and she tries to find a comeback but she is unsuccessful, clearly not used to her victims fighting back at her old school.

“If you wanna say something, say it. I would love to have a reason to punch you again.”

“Y-you’re psycho!” She pushes out, trying not to cry.

“You mess with my family, the people I love, ever again- I can guarantee I will break something else, and it won’t be as quick. Don’t you ever, look, talk, or even think about Mikey ever again. You got it? You look like the poster child for pro-choice, did your mother buy you condoms instead of a cabbage patch kid?” You spat at her, Mikey grabs your wrist gently from behind you.

The girl only swallowed before quickly swerving and walking away briskly.

“Y/n…”

“I don’t understand why she thought she had the right to do that to you, Mikes-“

“That was fuckin’ awesome.” His eyes are shining down at you, a smile gracing his lips.

“You don’t know how I felt watching them do that to you.” You pull him into a tight hug.

His heart picks up pace at this, he wraps his arms around you quickly, welcoming the contact.

He lets himself breath in the scent of your hair, quietly.

You allow yourself to relax into the heat of his chest, embracing the comfort he gave you. Your cheeks blushed up as his thumb rubbed against your back, affectionately.

You both pull away, you take a little longer to stare into his eyes, pushing up his glasses with your finger as you noticed they had slipped.

What? Why did you just do that? That’s weird, why would you do that.

Your eyes widen as you realise what you had done, you turn to leave before a certain best friend of your is walking up the hallway.

Mikey is stood there in shock. Was that weird? That was really intimate.

“I just saw Holly? Nice one, dude.” Gerard speaks up from behind you., saved by the Gee shaped bell.

“Thanks, Gee, really proud of that. I just wish she had said something else so I could have smacked her down again.” You laugh nervously, choosing to ignore the situation you had created out of your own feelings.

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Let’s just say you got a hefty punishment, after school detention for a a month, the school decided not to call your dad after they had noticed the bruises and scrapes for years at this point, even some broken bones. They wouldn’t dare report the abuse but- they would never tattle on you to him, not wanting to worsen anything. You basically had free will with a few detentions, that you would share with Frank anyways. After all, there was no use detering fights in Jersey.

After school and yours and Frank’s detention the drive back was full of comfort and laughter, and not just because Frank had lit up a giggle stick and passed it around.

You all had taken a small rest just to chill in the middle of a forest near your estate to smoke a little more, the time turning late. You of course, did, share the vodka with Frank.

You and Mikey, through the hotboxed van, had locked eyes as you sat next to each other, no amount of magic grass could ever make you forget how much you want him, your biggest secret, your shame.

You let out a breath, blowing out the smoke that was in your system before passing it over to Frank. Mikey smiles before looking away, a blush on his face that you don’t really notice.

Another weird fucking moment for the books.

You eventually pull up at the Way house, parting ways with the others.

Your dad is sat on the porch, surrounded by empty beer cans, a bottle of whiskey in his hand half empty.

“Shit.” You whisper, ducking behind their front fence.

“Wha-“ Mikey shuts his mouth when he sees your dad on the front. He tugs at Gerard to do the same, all of you crouched, slowly shuffling along the fence wall.

You all manage to make it inside, through the back, going around the house so he didn’t see you walk through their front door.

“Fuckin’ christ. He has never waited like that.” You appear extremely stressed out, running a hand through your hair, pacing back and forth. “What if he looks for me? What if he comes here?”

“Hey, it’s okay, if he comes here- you hide yourself somewhere? You can hide, can’t you? Get mom to open the door? She knows you’re here tonight and she obviously knows what’s going on.” Gerard proposed a loose plan.

“Okay, okay. He can’t be violent to your mom, he wouldn’t do anything publicly. Always mumbling how he ‘can’t go back to jail’.” You nod and agree with rambling words.

A knock at the door startles you all and you all collectively scream, ducking down.

You let their mom open the door, it was just a neighbour after some milk.

“Fuck, maybe we smoked too much.” You giggle at your paranoia.

“Nah..not enough.”

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You decide to have a private talk with Gerard, well needed, it had been a while.

After some tears and angry talk, you were ready to relax, you gave Gee a the biggest hug you could muster before deciding to go up to Mikey. You always swapped sleeping arrangements when you stayed for longer than one night, wanting to give either one peace. Tonight would be Mikey, tomorrow Gee, Sunday- Mikey and it goes on.

You tended to stay over on the weekends, your dad getting paid on a Friday- using his paycheque on the town and the dealers and usually a hooker or two, too busy and fucked up to notice your absence- he had things to occupy him. Once that money was gone when Monday rolled around- you face reality and put yourself back up for the abuse.

Bidding goodnight, you head from the basement to Mikey’s room.

You sit on Mikey’s bed, directly next to him, Gerard definitely already passed out in his basement room. Frank had left you a roll to smoke, he’s never usually this generous but after what you went through earlier, he felt kind enough. Sitting in Mikey’s shirt and panties of your own, his lanky frame making it more like a dress, you pull out the matches from your bag on the floor before sitting against the headboard.

You light a match with the nail of your thumb, Mikey practically drooling over you, before lighting it up, not that you notice.

“Fuck today has been…” You trail off, already tremendously baked.

“Intense?” Mikey finishes for you, subconsciously, he pulls your shirt down as a part of your abdomen is showing.

“Mhm.” You mumble as you take a drag, a large huff of exhaustion and annoyance rattles from your chest as you blow it out, up towards the ceiling.

“You know…I really hate seeing you like this, you don’t deserve it.” He adjusts his glasses, as he recites a small comment directly from his heart.

“Thanks, Mikes, if more than five people thought that- maybe things would be different for me.” You shrug.

“We’ll get outta here soon, promise.”

“Hope so.”

You press play on the stereo on his nightstand, tuning it to a low-fi rock channel.

“That is more like it, I’m done being down today.”

You take a rather large pull of Frank’s present, an idea springing to your busted mind, you don’t think about any possible implications that could render from it.

“Hey, you ever swapped smoke before?” The sentence passes your lips and you feel your body grow warm at the thought of doing that with Mikey.

“Uh-uhm no, not really. I smoke with Gee and the guys and well…not really something I do with my brother.” He giggles, nervous.

“Would you…ever try it?” You turn yourself on your side and prop up your head with you hand, looking down at him.

“N-now? With you?” He looks shocked, almost scared.

“I mean, if you don’t want to or if you’re uncomfortable it’s okay. I’ve only done it with Frank-“

“You did it with Frank?” You can’t tell if its jealousy, disgust or interest in his voice.

“Yeah, on a bored Sunday evening and he didn’t have a lot of smoke, dealers weren’t active that particular day- we thought of it as a way to make do.”

“Can- um, can I try it? With you..?” He tries to swallow, his lips and throat completely taken over by cottonmouth.

“Sure.” Too zoned to realise how intimate you are about to be together, you take a sizeable drag, before inching slowly towards his lips.

You’re heart, like it has its own mind, starts to hammer as you get closer and closer to him.

His glazed over eyes looking up at you- he looks so peaceful and perfect.

His lips are still closed, so you take your thumb and put it up to his bottom lip, opening them up.

You close your eyes as you start to blow your smoke into his mouth, your lips sometimes grazing his. There’s something so erotic about this moment, it makes your insides feel like a carnival ride.

Your nose bumps his as you pull back, letting him blow out his own smoke.

His eyes are darting around your face, his hand comes up to hold your hip gently, you escalate by gently straddling him, putting the smoke to your mouth once more.

All Mikey can do is pray his body doesn’t betray him right now, the last thing he needs is a boner, just because a pretty girl is on top of him.

But it’s not just a pretty girl, it’s her.

You lean down again, your nipples poking out of your shirt due to the breeze in the room, he can feel it as you connect your chests.

You cup his face with one hand as you bring your lips closer to his, for the second time, this time he instantly opens them.

You slowly blow the smoke into him, lips touching a little more than the last time.

The lyrics to a pixies song, long forgotten in the background, the air is thick, tension biting the air.

It’s hazy and you can’t think straight, you’re done blowing but you can’t seem to move, still hovering over his mouth.

His hand on your hip grips you a little tighter.

A small kiss is planted on your lips, he made the first move.

You rub his cheek with your thumb, kissing him back, it lasts a few seconds this time.

The temperature in the room switches as his lips slam onto yours, his other hand snaking up your back to hold your head, pushing it down into his lips. The smoke still in your hand, you quickly dab it out in the ashtray next to him, saving the third of it for later.

It’s the most passionate experience you have ever had, all you tasted was his tongue and his scent made your head spin, his fingers dipping under your shirt he fixed not only twenty minutes ago.

Mikey can’t stop himself from bucking his hips up, hard as steel now, so much for avoiding temptation.

He taps your clit with his actions, your mouth opening in shock.

Is this happening?

“Mikey…” You mumble, between your kisses, he migrates to your jaw, nipping slightly.

“Yeah? You okay?” He breathes out, licking a stripe up to your ear lobe before giving it a soft bite.

You can’t help the small moan you let out, that feels so fucking good.

“Are we? Is this gonna happen?” You heave, in a low whisper.

“Do you want to?” Mikey pauses and kisses you, deeply.

“I mean, I’ve only done it once…I don’t think I’m too good..” You nervously hum.

“I’ve…never done it at all. I want it to be you, though? If you-…please? Can we?” Well when he’s begging like that, what else can you think about.

“Take your fucking shirt off.” Your mind snaps, hands grasping the bottom of his graphic tee, pulling it over his head and throwing it somewhere into the depths of his room. He wraps his arms around the back off you, letting his lips meet yours again.

What the hell are you doing?

This is your best friends, brother.

But it feels so, so, right.

The kisses turn slow, agonising and almost romantic as his hands gesture you to lie down next to him. You comply, letting your hair splay out on his pillow, he stares down at you, his hand trailing down from your shoulder to your thigh.

Your heart is knocking against your chest as he lifts the shirt up a little, your underwear on show for him to see.

His hands are a little shaky, a mix of the weed and the situation you both put yourselves in.

“Should I, um, do you want me to put my mouth on you, or?” He scratches his neck a little, nervous.

“You don’t have to, you can use your fingers if you like?” You shrug, reaching to grab his hand, guiding his fingers to your clothed clit.

“I can take them off if you want?” You propose, he nods like a deer in headlights. “Take your pants off too, can’t do nothing with them on, Mikes.” You giggle, trying to make the situation less tense.

“Yeah, ‘course.” He scrambles of the bed, undoing his belt and letting his pants hit the ground, the sound of his buckle clanking as it connects to the wood.

You stay lay down, pulling down your underwear, before you can throw it- Mikey is on top of you again, kissing you like it’s his job.

You can’t remember dropping your panties out of your hand, and you don’t notice Mikey grabbing them and stuffing them under his pillow.

Whilst he moves his lips against yours, his hand starts to trail down again, a finger lightly pressing against your clit. You hum in approval as a spur for him to carry on.

He starts unsure circles, keeping a rhythm, however lightly pressured they may be- he is a bassist after all.

“More.” You mumble against his lips, bucking up into his hand, showing him what you want.

He starts to wind them a little faster, adding more and more pressure until it’s perfect and pleasurable.

“Mikes…” You whisper, as he kisses down to suckle on a spot of your neck.

“Fuck.” His eyes squeeze shut as you moan his name, lips trembling against you.

“Stick ‘em in.” You tap his fingers up with a hip move.

“O-okay.”

He does as told, putting them to his mouth, spitting a little before pulling them back down- this time to your hole.

He tentatively dips his fingers in, you encourage him, sliding down on them a tad.

His middle finger and his ring finger sink deep in until you hit his knuckles- recognising his middle finger due to the cold metal feeling of the ring he wore on it.

“Curl them, upwards.” You kiss his jaw, to him you look beyond beautiful.

Your cheeks are a dusty pink, eyes glazed over- a little red albeit from the previous activity. Your hair is a mess, well it always was but that’s what he liked about you. You lips a little raw from when he’d been kissing you, you looked gorgeous to him.

He starts to curl his fingers, his instrumental skills coming in damn handy, you arch a little with the perfect pressure he applied.

“Oh-“ You moan a little, grabbing his bicep thats holding himself up above you.

He bites his lip, staring at you a little too hard for his liking, but he just can’t help it.

This goes on for a few minutes, him adding his thumb to rub your clit and then removing it just to tease you- as he had found. Virgins can have fun too.

“Do it, Mikes, put it in.” You nod at him, and then down to his dick.

“You ready?” His cheeks redden, his excitement clear.

“Are you?” You chuckle a little, moving a piece of hair out of his face, it was a comforting act, he starts to gather some spit in his mouth.

Bringing himself up, he kneels, his cock screaming for attention, he’d never gone like this before- always relieving himself on his lonesome before it would get angry.

You decide to bring yourself up, leaning back on one of your hands, giving his tip a little kiss, looking up at him through your eyelashes- still adorning your mascara.

“Jesus.” He cussed out, the view of you, under the mercy of his own dick.

You smile softly, laying back down and opening your legs for him to slide in.

He positions himself, a simple missionary, sturdy and reliable.

The spit he was collecting in his mouth is spat into his hand and then onto his cock, he lather it around, giving himself some preemptive strokes, gasping at the feeling of finally being touched.

He spits again, this time bringing it to your pussy, making sure it will go in easy, after all it had been a while since you had experienced it- not that you needed the extra lubricant anyways.

His tip found your entrance, it was real now, this was happening.

You were taking Mikey Way’s virginity.

He starts pushing in, slowly, letting you breathe through the slight discomfort.

He looks you in the eyes as he goes deeper in, a feeling resonate with affection- it’s more tender than expected.

It’s almost uncomfortable as the feelings in the room aren’t proclaimed nor said, yet a certain understanding is there along with raging uncertainty. It’s a mess, and it’s so you.

Nevertheless, as he bottoms out, feeling you completely, he’s wrapped up in you. You’re warm and soft and so much better than his hand could ever be.

He pulls out a bit, pushing back in, repeating this until he’s sure he knows the motion.

He starts to become confident in his thrusts, his dick almost coming fully out before he shoves it back in.

He is a whimpering mess, hardly able to keep himself up with his forearms, you pull him close into your neck letting him hit you at a better angle more comfortably.

You lift your knees, wrapping lightly around his lower back, stroking his hair as he thrusts over again and again.

His pelvis bone is hitting your clit in sync with the thrusts now, boosting your pleasure.

You give out soft, breathy moans into his ear accidentally as he hits a particular spot, he combats this with a whine- continuing exactly what he was doing.

“Mmf’” He mumbles into your neck. “Agh, so good…this…so good…you-“ You grab his shoulder blade, anchoring yourself as his speed increases.

“Mikey-“ You moan out, head back into the pillow and eyes screwed shut.

“Fuck!” He grunts, his hand coming up to stroke your hair as he continues pounding into you. “Say my name, please, baby.” He whines, begging you for it.

Baby?

If that wasn’t the hottest thing you’d ever heard.

“Mikey, please, m’nearly there.” Mikey feels as if he is about to shut down.

He can feel himself coming to an end soon, and he wants you there with him, he really does.

“Want me- inside..or?” He struggles to comprehend his words as he’s thrusting.

“Yeah, yeah, inside.” You breath out, strangled moans following.

His pressure on your clit, the feeling of him hitting deep inside, the stroking of your hair. You can feel the quick build of your orgasm, it comes on fast and strong- like you just hit the ground after jumping off a skyscraper. It’s intense and perfect and you can’t help but let your fingernails scratch his back a little as you find a grip onto reality.

“Oh-“ He moans at the feeling of your nails digging in and scratching down, igniting his own release.

He speeds up, letting himself ride his high, before slowing down to a still.

He doesn’t pull out immediately, staying buried within you, covering your insides and his own dick with his come.

“Christ.” You breathe out, realising what you had just done, and at how it felt to melt together with your biggest infatuation.

Mikey is silent, his hot breath fanning against your neck, time standing still.

What do you even do about this now?

[sie-rui]

❀ SISTER, SISTER (REWRITE) | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 sano family 💿  female reader, second pov (you/your), angst and fluff, hurt / comfort, family, platonic relationship, implied soulmates, tw: canonical character death, au - canon divergence, timeline: pre-canon (headcanon), timeline: pre-moebius (imagine), headcanon + imagine 📅 july 21, 2021 🎙️ i accidentally deleted this. i had to rewrite… if someone has the original copy, please i beg of you, SEND it to me. i don’t really care if you plagiarized it or something, just give me the copy i beg. I had a breakdown because of this. 🔗 masterlist ,, parts: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05

Sano Shinichiro’s best friend isn’t just his platonic soulmate, they’re also his younger sibling’s older sister.

☆ Sano Shinichiro has a lot of tight-knit relationships (4lifers, some may say), but there is one that everyone unanimously agreed was his closest one.

☆ It was a wonder to some how the two of you become such close companions. To some, after seeing Sano Shinichiro with you, they easily understood.

☆ Meeting in school as his underclassman, it didn’t take long for you to get roped into his gang’s bullshit. It wasn’t that you were an official member but you were definitely someone. Someone to Sano Shinichiro. Someone.

☆ Sano Shinichiro is batshit crazy, especially during his younger years. It just so happened that you were crazy as well.

☆ In high school, you guys were definitely uncontrollable. Whatever Shinichiro did, you tagged along.

☆ As you grew older, the both of you were definitely calmer, outgrowing that childish recklessness the both of you had always shared.

☆ It was love. Not romantically, but it was love. The kind of love that Shinichiro was sure that in some other universe, the two of you were together as well.

☆ When someone tried insinuating that the two of you could start dating each other, the response was instant.

“With this asshole?” “With this bitch?”

☆ Shinichiro wonders if the reason why he’s always getting rejected by girls is because you’re always with him. You scoffed.

“Trust me, it’s not me. They just don’t like you.” “I have a great personality!” “Well your face isn’t that great.”

☆ Once Shin introduced you to his family, it was all over.

☆ Mikey had no reaction to your presence in the house at the start, blatantly ignoring you, giving you dead-eyes. You coddled on him, to his chagrin.

☆ Emma, on the other hand, adored you. To the point that Shinichiro and Manjiro wondered if this was really their sister.

☆ You managed to bribe Mikey with sweets. Not that you needed to because when he saw you picking on Shinichiro, he loved you already.

☆ As much as they want you to be a part of the family officially, they begged you not to marry their brother.

“Honestly, you can do better, Y/n-nee.” “Yeah. Shinichiro isn’t worth it.” “I’m right here?!” “We know.”

☆ Shinichiro thinks that they love you more than they love him. He doesn’t quite mind.

☆ Keisuke is Manjiro’s… friend, if you can even call him that. Mikey beats him up for fun. (In his defense, Baji asks for it.)

☆ It was only when you saw Manjiro literally kick a guy twice his size on the face, knocking them out cold, did you realize that this kid could literally kill you.

“Is Manjiro safe?” “Why are you saying that as if he’s some dog?”

☆ You love the kid, either way.

☆ You’d defend him from whatever happens. But if it’s a fight, you’re dropping out. Fuck no. Mikey can fight for himself. (If anything, you’re the one getting beat up.)

“Y/n-nee, Shinichiro hit me!” “Shin, don’t hit him! That was too hard.” “Why are you taking his side?!” “He brought home snacks for me and you’ve been pissing me off lately.”

☆ It does weird you out how he laughs at horror movies when the four of you watch at home, though. Everyone is screaming. You don’t know if he’s laughing at the gory scene on the television or at everyone’s reaction.

☆ Movie nights with the Sano family start during the afternoon because everyone wants a chance to pick a movie. 

☆ Sometimes, you get suspicious of Shinichiro disappearing randomly. He doesn’t answer your calls, nor his siblings’. When he comes back and you ask him to explain, he just grins at you and ruffles your hair. Asshole.

“It’s a secret.”

☆ MALL DATES WITH THE SANO FAMILY !!!

☆ It was supposed to be shopping with Emma but three people were tagging along, acting as if it was a coincidence, because they wanted attention from you as well.

☆ It would be a bloodbath. Emma wants to go shopping, Shinichiro wants to go to the arcade, Mikey wants to go home, Keisuke wants to go to a pet shop. 

☆ You want to go to the movies. That’s impossible because you’d never get to pick the movie you want to watch.

☆ When you get home, everyone is knocked out tired. After a whole day of complaining and fighting, you didn’t expect anything else. (You were also half-dead on the couch after all.)

☆ You stay over so much at Sano's house that you’re basically a member of that household. Their grandfather doesn’t quite mind.

☆ Their grandfather appreciates your presence in the house. It seems as if it has been livelier with you around. He doesn’t mind the noise.

☆ He  doesn’t quite understand how you can stand his grandchildren. For one, his eldest, Sano Shinichiro is running around, creating a gang and picking fights and getting his ass handed to him. Manjiro started calling himself some name, is addicted to fights, and refuses to learn anything else because apparently he’s going to take over Tokyo or something. Emma is… Well, that child seems to hate everyone. Then, there’s also Mikey’s friend, Keisuke. He doesn’t even have to say anything about that kid.

☆ He finally understood when he saw you laughing as you watched Keisuke and Manjiro get chased by wild dogs.

“She’s just as insane as them.”

☆ He says all of that but he loves all four of his grandchildren.

☆ Sometimes, it felt like you lived in that house more than your own. Shinichiro’s room is yours. (He did not agree to this. You sleep on his bed anyway.)

☆ Emma loves playing with your hair and styling it. She complains that her brothers’ hairs are too short. (That’s part of the reason why Mikey grew his out.)

☆ She also learned cooking from you. Honestly, you don’t know how they survived this long. The only thing Shinichiro can cook is curry and it’s shit.

“Shinichiro’s cooking sucks.” “You brat! Try starving!” “Instead of eating your food? Gladly.”

☆ Shinichiro annoys you to teach him how to cook better as well. Emma told him to get out of her kitchen.

☆ Mikey has this habit of judging people. He will blackmail you even before he learns the word blackmail. Be careful.

☆ Emma also has a bit of judging people, specifically her brothers. More specifically, Shinichiro’s sense of style and Manjiro’s inability to eat anything that isn’t sweet. She says that’s why he’s so stupid, his brain is filled with sugar.

☆ You can tell that the kids love each other so much though. You just hope that they can show that… properly.

☆ Shinichiro loves taking videos of everything, he uses this camcorder that was gifted to him years ago, on his 7th birthday. He has a shelf of tapes in his room. Later down the row, your videos were in the Sano Family Collection.

☆ It’s always noisy at that house. But it’s expected as it is home to five people.

☆ It only became silent when Shinichiro died.

☆ Everything was different after Shinichiro died. 

☆ On the night he died, that was the one night you chose to laugh at him when he asked if you wanted to stay at the shop with him to help fix up Mikey’s birthday gift for tomorrow.

“Hey, Y/n! You better be there for Mikey’s birthday tomorrow.” “How could I not go to my favorite Sano’s birthday?” “I thought that I was your favorite Sano- Don’t laugh!” “Goodnight, Shin.”

☆ Manjiro called you an hour later; that was your last conversation with Shinichiro.

☆ Of course, it hurt you. How could it not? Almost ten years of your life was spent with him, from high school until adulthood. He was family. He was someone. He was Shinichiro.

☆ Sometimes, it felt like a part of you died with him that night.

☆ But you had to be strong. Mikey and Emma were lost, confused, and they were looking at you. How could you show them that you didn’t feel like yourself anymore?

☆ You put on a smile, hardened yourself, and took care of them. They were your kids as much as they were Shinichiro’s.

☆ You spend the nights crying.

☆ Emma refused to leave your side. She cried when you even tried stepping out of the house’s door.

☆ Mikey never left his room the days that followed Shinichiro’s death. He barely ate, the meals you left outside his door barely eaten. You had to beg him to go out of his room on the day of the funeral. He almost didn’t come.

“Mikey, please. Please. Go see your brother before he has to go. Please, Manjiro.”

☆ You cried outside his door that morning. Begging him.

☆ He came out, eyes red, lips pursed.

☆ The funeral was attended by family, friends, members, people whose lives were changed because of Shinichiro. You find that in funerals, you can see how good of a person the deceased is from the people that visit.

☆ You had no tears left to cry during the funeral, even when people came to pat your shoulder and tell you that he was a good person. You knew that. Shinichiro is a good person. They didn’t have to tell you.

☆ You caught a glance of a boy with light hair standing at the very back. You didn’t recognize him but something was pulling you to him. He left before you could approach him.

☆ The first night after Shinichiro was laid down on his final resting place, you found yourself on the couch in the living room.

☆ That night was the hardest you ever cried for Sano Shinichiro.

☆ The silence was unbearable. 

☆ It took so long to finally stop shedding tears over the dead. When you realized that you stopped crying for him, it made you break down even more.

☆ You couldn’t understand how Mikey and Emma manage to go about their day as if nothing was wrong. How they declined therapy, or seeing someone. 

☆ You never knew that it was because you were right there. They could act as if nothing was wrong because you were still there.

☆ Sometimes, you just want to run away and never look back. To forget about Shinichiro, about Mikey, Emma, their whole bloodline. It was heavy. It was so heavy. But you didn’t.

☆ That was love.

☆ But it was Mikey and Emma who insisted that you take the job offer overseas.

“We’ll be fine here, Y/n-nee.” “Yeah, we’re not babies. We can take care of ourselves just fine.” “Well, I can. Mikey can’t.” “Hey!”

☆ Your eyes were teary when you packed your bags and left, promising them that it would only be for a while, that you’d come back soon.

“They’re at their little meeting.”

You feel the breeze caress your skin, like an old friend greeting you home. Shibuya never changed in the years that you were gone. From their grandfather’s words, it seemed like the Sano siblings didn’t change as well. Seriously, why is the meeting still at night?

You just came back to Japan and the very first place that you went was, of course, home. The Sano Household. Only to find out that the two kids that you were planning to surprise weren't even there.

Their grandfather had welcomed you warmly like you were his own grandchild, telling you that as usual, they were out having a little meeting. You thanked him, leaving your bags, before finding yourself in the cold once more.

You were unofficially officially tasked to drag them home.

Mikey you can understand, but Emma? Why in the world is she hanging out with her brother? In her brother’s meeting? In her brother’s gang meeting? You wondered if starting or being in gangs was in the bloodline. It’s as if the Sano Siblings were destined to trouble, as if they’d get sick if they aren’t fighting something.

You adjust the plastic bag on your wrist. You bought some ingredients for dorayaki, planning on spending the night to make some with the siblings because you know that Manjiro wouldn’t be able to wait until tomorrow.

God, I love these kids too much.

The silence of the night was peaceful.

The silence of the night was broken by bellowing. 

“Who in the world is screaming in the dead of the night?”

You sighed, starting your trek up the steps of Musashi shrine. It wasn’t until midway did you finally start to recognize that voice. “Manjiro?” What the fuck.

Hurrying to the top, the shrine was crowded by rows of black uniforms, young teens in lines looking up at the shrine where the familiar strands of blond stood. You blink.

For a second, you saw Black Dragon. 

For a second, you saw Sano Shinichiro.

You couldn’t help the gasp that left your lips, unheard in the midst of one Sano Manjiro’s yelling. Last you heard, there were barely 10 guys in the Tokyo Manji Gang. To think that that snotty brat who refused to eat anything that isn’t sweet is leading such a huge group, is succeeding in his once little dream.

Manjiro looked like Shinichiro, you realize, standing at the very back.

You shook yourself out of your stupor. No. You refuse to let yourself walk backwards, to let yourself see things that aren’t there, to remember moments long past.

Emma is standing off to the side with a cute girl beside her. At least she didn’t seem to be a part of the gang, wearing civilian clothes that you hoped was keeping her warm. You don’t want her getting sick. You march forward, ignoring the looks sent your way by the members as they try to stop you.

Without a pause, you start matching Manjiro’s screaming just as Emma starts, “Y/n-nee!-”

“Shut the hell up, Sano Manjiro!”

The silence of the night returns.

Wide obsidian eyes stare into your as you stand at the very front, at the bottom of the stairs where Mikey stood. “It is eleven in the fucking evening. Everyone is asleep. None of your members are talking. So tell me, why the fuck are you screaming?!”

There were murmurs behind you. He doesn’t seem to mind, a grin splitting his face, the cold mask he was wearing breaking as he jumps down, skipping steps. “Y/n-nee!”

“We’re going home!”

You step to the side, letting him land on the space where you once were, knowing that you were going to get tackled if you hadn’t dodge. Mikey is unnerved, simply turning around and jumping on you, arm hitting your throat.

Draken looked exasperated, knowing that the President wasn’t going to go back to whatever he was saying and it was up to him to adjourn for the night.

“You’re back!” He looks at the plastic bag. “ARE THOSE FOR DORAYAKI?!”

“Nuh-uh! Go back up there and finish your little club meeting.”

“But Ken-chin-”

“No!”

Mikey pouts as he gets pushed off of you. Ken gives you a thankful look as if you were an angel sent by the heavens to rein their spontaneous boss back. “Let’s go, Emma,” you call to the girl already hurrying over.

“Y/n-”

“No.”

You turn your back to Mikey, grabbing Emma’s hand as she looks at you with wide eyes, a growing smile on her lips. Seriously, screaming at 11 in the evening at a shrine where no one is talking? You worry for Mikey sometimes. 

“Keisuke, you’re invited as well,” you tell the boy in passing, glancing at the blond beside him. “Bring your pretty friend over as well.”

“Y/n-nee, when did you come back?”

You smile at her. “Just now.”

“And you headed straight here?”

Technically, no. You headed home. “Where else would I go if not to you and Mikey?”

It's just that your home is the Sano Family.

[tizeline]

I really enjoy how despite being a separated au (especially one where 25% of the turtles are chronically lonely and the other 75% are genocidal) it's way more silly than it is angsty. I really enjoy how you capture the spirit and essence of Rise itself.

That being said, is there a part of the au that you find particularly angsty, or is it all shenanigans and fluff in your mind?

LMAO yeah as much as I like angst, I usually tend to default to making things silly goofy, I dunno why but I find it way easier to do when it comes to my storystelling.

That being said, I've been saving up most of the angst for the movie events. I'm not sure how dark I'll make it, compared to some stories I've seen in this fandom it'll be far from the angstiest stuff. Actually it might have a similar tone to the actual movie lol. The moment where Donnie shields Mikey from the Krang's attack is angstier mostly becuase I decided to make it more graphic than in canon........ Also uh ya'll remember that anon that brought up the possibility of that being the scene where Donnie loses his arm? Initially I didn't plan using that concept but like... man I haven't been able to stop thinking about that I honestly might implement it in the story 😭 Both Donnie and Mikey are absolutely going through it during the invasion, Mikey being trapped in the Prison Dimension is obviously not gonna be very silly happy times either. If I ever get around to showing the events of the bad future timeline then that's also gonna be angstier.

Aside from that though, it's still gonna stay mostly lighthearted. Again, I love angst but I always feel kinda kinda awkward creating more serious and darker stories myself? I do also very much enjoy creating more comedic stories, which is also a big reason why I'm doing it for the AU.

[fishsticksloser]

Mobility Cane

RotTMNT x gn!reader

Warnings: mobility cane, slight angst?, comfort, fluff, post movie stuff

A/N: Kinda used what injuries I think they have/what I plan on giving my present boys later in my au

Donnie

Upset because he knows how helpful and important it is

So what does he do?

He makes you one

It's similar to his bō staff

It collapses for easy storage

Its incredibly strong, made out of high-grade titanium

He even made one to carry around himself in case you forget

Donnie constantly tells you that there's nothing to be embarrassed about

You need it

You're not lying about your disability/struggles

Though he gives you plenty of lifts on his battle shell whenever you ask

Leo

Really upset

He used crutches for a while but now was using a cane

He carries around a spare for you (asked Donnie to make you one)

Leo is constantly doing tricks with his cane to try and show you that there's nothing to be embarrassed of

While there are plenty of assholes out there who will believe you're faking, he and you know you're not

He tells you how amazing you are, how much he loves you

And explains that you need to use your cane

Both as your boyfriend and as a medic

Mikey

Pouting

He's worried when you don't use it

Always reminds you to bring it

If he's meeting you somewhere, he stops by your place really quick to grab it just in case

Mikey is always quick to make you feel better about using it

Mentioning Leo who doesn't mind it (Leo actually hates using a cane but doesn't want to get yelled at)

He decorates your cane in hopes you use it more

Raph

Very confused why you're not using it

If you forget, that's okay, he can remind you

But if it's because you're embarrassed, he doesn't understand

Why would you be embarrassed by using a cane?

It's necessary for you

Anyone that has an issue can talk to him and he'll tell them what's up

Raph is overly protective of you, always wanting you to be happy

He'll do whatever he can to make sure you are

[iwhyzumiihajimee]

Tokyo Revengers Imagines [ part 1- fluff ]

pairing: ken ryuguji (draken) x fem.reader

content: high school friends -> sweethearts. daily sweet moments between draken and you.

genre: tokyo revengers au, timskip! high school, fluff, angst, mature 18+

word count: 1.3k

author's note: i've been on a tokyo revengers marathon... ken ryuguji is written as a eighteen year old here.

*multi-part series*

pt.1 (F) ; pt.2 (F) ; pt.3 (F) ; pt.4 (F) ; pt.5 (M) ; pt.6 (M) ;

“I told you to stay away and look what you did.” Draken scolded you as he kneeled down beside you, ripping off a piece of his shirt and tying it around your bleeding wound.

He had warned you to stay away from a gang fight happening between Toman and a rival gang- but you didn’t listen for whatever reason. Draken was fuming, although trying to keep his anger down because you were hurt. Does no one listen to his warnings anymore?

“You’re just like Mikey ya know.”

You let out a puff of frustration at his retort, "I know you're strong and can handle these kinds of things, but it hurts me to see you get banged and bruised up sometimes... I'm strong too... I can fight (just enough). Let me protect you as well..."

Draken sighed softly at your words, although still not letting his guard down.

“I know, I know- I appreciate that you care so much about me…”“I know you can fight but please, just… don’t do anything reckless okay? I don’t want to see you get hurt like this again.” Draken’s tone was a bit softer now as he took his time tying up the bandage on your wound.

Although he tries to sound like everything is okay, and you should worry, however you knew what goes down in Toman. "This won't be the last time... because you're also reckless. Especially when your with Mikey."

Draken felt his cheeks heat up a bit, although quickly cooling himself off. He was blushing because you were right- he was indeed reckless as well, especially when he hangs around Mikey. He couldn’t deny it.

“Yes, I know. Mikey’s a bad influence on me so… what do you expect?”

You raised a brow as you disagree what he said, Mhm... I don't think Mikey is a bad influence... You both are level headed and do things for the good of Toman... I guess it's the other gangs who challenge you guys, and it gets into your egos, but then again I do understand it happens to grow Toman... Sometimes it doesn't have to be that way, the smaller the better. Strong Toman members who are loyal, strong, and faithful."

Draken was surprised by your words. Mikey was a terrible influence on him yet you thought otherwise. Draken wasn’t going to argue with you or try to change your opinion because he knew Mikey was the main influence on who he had become over all these years.

“Hm… you’re right in that. A smaller yet strong group is better than a larger but weaker one… thank you for reminding me of that.” Draken smiled softly at you, happy that you reminded him what was truly important after all these years spent protecting Toman.

You softly smiled, "ah your welcome~ I've seen you both grow and I'm always here for anything~"

Draken spoke kindly before he chuckled, "You're such a good friend, y'know that?" He looked back down at your wound to make sure the bandage was tied tightly. He stood up and took a seat next to you, patting you on the head before he said anything else. "Now, do you think we can both go home for now? You should rest at least."

Spacing out as if you been sucked into a void as you watch him finish up you bandage. Thinking of giving him a kiss on the cheek to thank him for bandaging your wound, however Draken calling you a "friend", was reminder that was all you'll ever be. You silently muttered to yourself "Ah right... friend..." Snapping back to reality a few seconds before he mentioned heading home, you both head off.

Draken watched as your eyes lingered on him for longer than usual. He thought nothing of it, but a small part of him wondered why your attention was on him. He thought he heard something in your tone, but that may have just been him overthinking things once again and being overly cautious. Nonetheless, he stood up and offered you his hand. “Then let’s go home to rest.”

you limped on the way home as draken walked beside you. Draken looked over at your legs, noticing your limping for the first time. He looked concerned, letting go of your hand and going in front of you a little to match you speed. "Do you need help walking?" He asked. The stubborn person you are you denied his help, continuing to limp even though it hurts.

Draken knowing how of hassle you can be at times, his tone became firm which caused him to stop walking. "No, clearly you're not fine. Listen to me, I'm just gonna carrying you back home. No discussion." He gets in front and lowers himself so I can be carried on his back. With no arguments you hovered over yourself onto his back, "Okay... don't you dare fall off though."

Draken chuckled before lifting you up and carrying you. He walked at a steady pace, slowing down and making sure not to run since he didn’t want you to get hurt in any way. Draken had a warm look on his face as he made his way back with you in his arms.

Wrapping your arms comfortably around his neck as he carried you. You nuzzled a little and blush at his kind gesture, "I doubt I'll fall... Your always there to catch me~"

Draken’s blush grew more and more apparent, knowing fully well how you had just nuzzled into him. It made him happy that you felt safe and comfortable around him, but it also made his cheeks burn even more. Draken had only one goal in mind, which was to get you home safely so that you can rest and get better.

Shifting your head to stare the the night sky as you are both under the moonlight, breathing in the crips cool air, "ahh~ the night is peaceful~" Draken nodded in agreement, loving how peaceful the atmosphere became once it got later in the night. The full moon illuminated the sky and the light breeze felt refreshing against his skin. Draken took in the sights surrounding them and enjoyed the tranquility in its pure form, which would be hard to find during the day.

Moving me head towards the side view of his face and stared a little, admiring the nice soft moment, "Draken-kun?~"

Draken replied, "Yes?" looking over at you as you shifted your head up towards his face. He could almost swear that there was something on your mind, since your eyes were slightly fixated on his own. His blush would grow even more if possible now that you got closer to him. Draken’s words were still soft and kind, the same way they have always been to you.

For some reason you had the feeling in wanting to ask if he was interested in anyone, but you didn't want to ruin the moment, then having to deal with the awkward silence you back down. "Never mind..." You smiled, playing it cool as you tried to enjoy the rest of the night walked back home, placing you head nuzzling against his neck.

Draken’s heart was racing, not knowing if he should admit that he liked you or not. As you nuzzled your head against his neck, he got more and more flustered by the second. Despite everything, Draken couldn’t bring himself to say what’s on his mind. So, even though he wanted to admit his feelings for you, he stayed silent.

Arriving home and drops you off, "thank you for taking me home~ please get home safe, yeah?" Draken placed you down on the ground inside your home, smiling softly as his eyes met yours. Even with the moonlight illuminating everything, Draken was able to see your face clearly which made his heart ache. He wanted to say so much to you at that very moment, but Draken couldn’t bring himself to do any of it.

"Yeah, anytime~ I'll get home safely... You should rest, okay? See you later..."

Draken smiled and waved goodbye to you before he stepped out and made his way back home. He was trying to process what had just happened as he made his way back, his heart beating rapidly as he let his thoughts consume him by themselves.

[ryobitheaxololt]

Lost Pheonix - ROTTMNT Separated Au

— Basic Lore: Will Receive an Re-do soon!!

Six turtles, all created by Baron Draxum to be the warriors to protect the Yokai Kind, but separated from eachother.

Baron Draxum raised the Alligator Snapping Turtle and a Radiated Tortoise, naming them Thorn and Vein, Thorn is an Champion at the Battle Nexus, while Vein searchs for their brothers. He was with four at the start but gave the Bog Turtle and Red Eared Slider in exchange for a better lab.

Big Mama was the one who got the two turtles, raising both of them differently, the Red-Eared Slider named Sapphire and working at the Battle Nexus and as champion, Neon Azuru. The Bog Turtle on the other hand was raised as an assistant and assassin who did the dirty job for Big Mama being named Tourmaline.

Splinter raised the Box Turtle and the Spiny Softshell Turtle, the ones he could save when he was Lou Jitsu, naming them Michealangelo and Donatello, until after 5 years, Mikey and Donnie got kidnapped by the Foot Clan, Splinter saved Mikey but couldn't save Donnie, now he just has Michealangelo as his child, but he is determined to save his brother.

The Foot Clan after kidnapping Donnie, they raised him as Foot Purple, and making him one of his recruits, along with Cassandra Jones. Both of them are the best recruits and now fight against the Hamato Clan.

Mikey's objective is to save his family and make them all be together again, and with the help of April O'Niel, he will save them, but not without any consequences.

TLDR: An separated au where Baron Draxum raised Raphael and a new turtle, calling them Thorn and Vein, Big Mama raised Leonardo and Frida, calling them Sapphire and Tourmaline, Splinter raised Michealangelo and a bit of Donnie's life and the Foot Clan raised Donatello calling him Foot Purple.

— Warnings.

There can be fluff and cute things, but the story can get dark sometimes! TW for Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Experimentation, Abandonment, Loss, Dark Humor, Blood, Angst, Health problems, Self Harm, Horror, Mental problems and Language! There might be added more, so check this once in a while! Also, in a highlited text, there will be the specific warnings for the comic, art or animatic.

— Basic Tags:

lost pheonix or lost pheonix au - general Tag.

lp au - General Tag.

lp [insert character's name] - Tag for the character, Example: lp mikey .

lp crossover - Crossover of the AU.

lp propaganda - Content of an competition or propaganda.

lp fanart - Fanart of the AU.

lp comic - Main comic of the whole AU.

Probably more to be added!

Allow Fan Stuff? : Yes i do! Have fun making stuff about them!

Important Art:

The Accident , Fight Little Wolf , "Protect the yokai, Thorn" , fowards reckon rebound

Comic:

Still in production!

Posts:

Misa ask , The siblings relationships , Mikey in the roof , doodle page(+infodump) , Vein and Don the genius siblings

[shinycrybaby]

Hi Mati! I have a request :)

Could you do a tokyo rev x reader(any of the guys is fine) related to ballet? My hc is that out of all the guys mikey or rindou can do ballet (just a random one since I think those 2 are pretty flexible) Maybe some fluff with them fooling around in the studio with y/n or angst related to the dark side of ballet (eating disorders, body image issues, injuries etc)

Thanks!

TR Boys who ballet

Characters: Manjiro Sano, Haitani Rindou, Imaushi Wakasa, Inui Seishu

Genre/Tags: Fluff, A bit angsty on Rindou, Established relationship, Kinda no-gangs AU

Warnings: There might be some typos since I wrote this when I was sleepy, implied or referenced bullying on Rindou's part, (let me know if I missed something!)

A/N: I didn't actually expect to receive a request 😭 what I had in mind was something like headcanons but ig this is fine too.

Also, dear anon, I hope you don't mind. Since I'm not really that knowledgeable with ballet, I kind of just went over the general things or from what I know. I can't write or come up with something angsty for your suggestion like the body image one ajdjfjsksbc I really do hope you don't mind 🥹 and I hope you enjoy reading too!

Sano Manjiro / Mikey

He’s absolutely giving me vibes that he enrolled to a ballet class just for shits and giggles back when he was young, because you and Keisuke would tease him about being so good at the dojo that maybe he should start looking for other things to do.

But then Mikey actually took interest in it. And he actually slayed it.

You, Keisuke and Haruchiyo, along with the Sano family would watch him when he’s got recitals or performances. (Baji would cheer as if he’s watching a fight or something).

When you eventually got into a relationship with Mikey. Oh lawd. He would use his flexibility to his advantage.

You know that one meme where the person would kabedon someone but with their legs. IT’S MIKEY 😭

Mans legit would trap you in a corner with his perfect split, you don’t even know if you’d die of embarrassment or feel butterflies from it.

But when it’s serious time, he’d actually reserve a dance room for at least a few hours. He’d invite you to watch him practice, or give you a private performance that actually makes you smile at him with pride.

If you’re both in the mood for it, he’d even teach you a thing or two. Inviting you to stretch with him and then he’d be all up your personal space trying to teach you.

When you get some basics down, he’d lead you to dance with him, guiding you and then whispering to be careful with your feet because he knows how much it would hurt especially if you’re not a ballet dancer.

If you are, then it just makes things easier. It’s dance after dance with him. It’s kind of like your thing with Mikey. There’s nothing more intimate for the two of you than dancing closely to each other. Feeling each other’s movements and soul to the sound playing on the speakers

Haitani Rindou

I actually think that Rin would be the kind to do both gymnastics and ballet. (Of course, he’d still be doing some martial arts.)

We already know how flexible he is. Back then his teachers would actually be surprised, thinking he’s a natural at what he does. (He is)

Among the Haitani brothers, Rin is actually much quieter, or rather, reserved.

He’s confident, of course, but definitely quiet about it.

And since he’s quiet about some things, it took you quite some time to figure out that something was bothering your boyfriend, Rindou.

You’d soon find out his insecurities about being a male ballet dancer. All of which stemmed from his classmates at school.

Rindou would of course have fought back, but he’d promised you then to not get into any trouble, because he knows how worried you will be for him, not knowing that the situation now has made you double your worries for him, along with some anger thrown at the guys who even dared of saying bad things to him.

Your priority however will always be Rin, so after finding out about his insecurities and the stigma that he was facing at school, time with him were either spent with you reassuring him, or validating his feelings, or giving your all to make him feel loved and appreciated.

Rindou would never find out, but you and Ran had plotted and tracked down the guys who’d called him names and even dared of speaking bad about him. They learned a thing or two about ballet too.

Rindou of course started to feel light about your constant reassurance, and he was even surprised when you took some classes with him. Now there’s more time spent together with him, and he’s very happy to teach you about ballet.

He'd even use that time to impress you more. But you're already impressed with him, and absolutely in love from the very start.

Imaushi Wakasa

Another flexible boy. (We’ve all seen how this man literally turns into a fidget spinner with his perfect splits and spinning kicks wigjsjdhsjgi)

Oh, he’s proud. He doesn’t flaunt, but you’ll see it in his eyes how proud he is to be a ballet dancer.

He’d take you shopping for shoes or tights when he needs to replace the worn-out ones.

This man will legit lecture you about the best kind of shoes to wear for ballet. If you have no idea about this kind of stuff, you just give your all to listen to him, because you might pick a thing or two when picking out a gift for him in the future.

When he’s being mocked for being a male ballerina, he won’t hesitate knocking the person down their high horse. If the person doesn’t stop, he might even kick them straight to the face (with grace) — if this happens, please stop him, because we don’t want him potentially going to jail.

Like Mikey and Rindou, Waka would teach you if you’re down to learning at least some basic. He absolutely loves being close to you, so even if you don’t want to learn, he doesn’t mind. He’d instead waltz with you, because again, he loves being close to you.

And on that note, when he has to practice, either for a performance or not, he’d ask you to help him with his stretching.

When he’s got shows, he reserves tickets for you and you don’t miss one of his performances. Of course, you love every second of it, just to watch him in his element. All grace and beauty, that pride wells in your heart whenever you see him on stage.

Inui Seishu

Another beauty and grace.

Please he’s so perfect. 😭 if he rocked and slayed those heels, he wears then he'd be slaying ballet as well. I just know it.

He doesn’t care about other’s opinion with regards to his choice of hobbies. In fact, he'd rub it in their face nonchalantly that he’d achieved more than they ever could.

You, alongside Koko, would also rub it in the haters faces that Inupi is so much more better than them. In the most derogatory way that had others looking down in shame because you guys are right.

Inupi, like Mikey, uses his skills to his advantage when it comes to you. Let’s not ignore the fact that Inupi can be very cheeky if he so pleases.

Those times definitely surface when it’s just you two.

When he’s practicing or just stretching and warming up, he’ll shamelessly look at you through the mirror while you’re on the other side of the room. He’ll give you “that” look that had you melting into a puddle, all the while he’d grin lazily while doing his splits.

If ever Inupi feels some kind of insecurity with himself, you’d quickly notice from how his dancing becomes different. It’s either stiff, or there’s a distant look on his face.

When this happens, you’d ask him to take a break from dancing, and just listen to him speak all about how he feels.

These slumps usually happen when he’s got a big performance ahead of him, so in times like these, you do nothing but be there for him, until he’s ready and he’s back to his old self. All grace and beauty and that hint of cheekiness he shows around you.

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way you're happy without me... (Chapter 6)

Hunterverse AU

Sy, Walter, Curtis (Lumberjack & the 2 bears) x POC Reader "Havoc/TG"

Ex Dean x Reader

Platonic Sam x Reader

Summary:

Mikey and Clark return and you finally try to have that conversation with Dean.

Warnings:

Angst and Fluff and Smut, Jealousy, Hunterverse AU, Polyamory, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Inappropriate Humor, Angst and Romance, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut

Notes:

This chapter has been haunting me for some time now and I finally got it to a place where I felt ok with it. So I decided to say fuck it with trying to make it perfect and just go ahead and post it as is.  Happy Reading Heathens 😈

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

You’re mindlessly scanning the plastic breakfast menu as you sit with Sam at the diner next to the No Tell Motel you just checked out of. The bell above the door tinkles, catching your attention as your eyes slowly turn in its direction. 

In swaggers Dean. Hair, a sexy disheveled mess and a satisfied smirk on his face you knew all too well. You roll your eyes and get Sam’s attention. 

“Psst. Sammy. Come sit over here by me please.”

“What? Why?”

“I can’t deal with him this morning. Not after last night. Please Sammy. I just want to eat and get back on the road home.”

It seems as if he might object, but with another look in your eyes he quickly slides out of his side of the booth and into yours. Before you can even get out a ‘thank you’ Dean is at the table with a confused look on his face as he takes the now empty seat across from you both.

You focus back on the menu. Ignoring the emerald eyes you know are trying to gauge your mood.

“I’m starving. Really worked up an appetite. Do you know if the hog is good here?” Dean nonchalantly asks.

You remain silent.

“I’m not sure man. We just got here like 5 minutes ago. But from the plates I’ve seen coming out it looks like a big hit around here.” Sam remarks.

Dean just gives him a noncommittal grunt and peruses the menu quickly before settling on what he wants.

There’s an awkward silence that fills the table until the waitress arrives. “Hello, I’m Alice. I’ll be your waitress this morning. What can I get y’all?”

You turn to Alice with a smile. “Good morning, Alice. I hope you're having a good shift so far. I’ll have the number 2 with extra bacon. Eggs scrambled with sourdough toast please.”

“You got it, sugar.” Sam orders next. Egg whites with sausage and wheat toast. Then it was Dean’s turn.

“Well Alice I hope you can help me out. See I worked up quite the appetite last night and once this morning.” He sends a wink her way that has her cheeks turning pink. “So I’m looking for something filling but tasty. Got any suggestions?”

She gives a little giggle that has you rolling your eyes once more. “If you’re looking to be full and satisfied I’d recommend the lumberjack special. It’s an 8oz steak, with a side of ham, bacon or sausage, biscuits and two eggs cooked to your liking.”

“That sounds perfect. I’d like my steak rare, bacon and my eggs sunny side up. Thank you.”

“I’ll get that order in for you. If you need anything else, just holler.” She turns on her heel and saunters back to the kitchen.

You just shake your head and proceed to start tearing your napkin into pieces. Continuing your silent treatment.

“Okay, what gives?” Dean finally blurts out. “You haven't said one word to me since I got here. Night not turn out how you planned it sweetheart? Feeling frustrated?”

You glare at him.

“Don’t look at me like that. I left my girl more than satisfied.”

You grit your teeth in frustration. 

"The great Dean Winchester, thinking with his dick again. God forbid I do that. You want to know what’s bothering me? I'm over the double standard here. Or common respect for that matter."

"Double standard? You're not my girlfriend Havoc. So stop acting like you are."

You shake your head in disbelief. “Wow.” You cross your arms on the table and lean on them. “I’m well aware that I am nothing more to you than a backup, Dean. I don’t need a verbal reminder that you’re terrified of commitment. I’ve never once asked you for that. So don't go projecting your fears on me asshole.” 

“What has your panties in such a twist anyway? So I got some last night. It’s not the first time that’s happened.”

“It’s not that you got laid, Dean. Good for you, you got your dick wet by someone other than me.”

He squints his eyes in irritation. 

“What has me wanting to bruise that pretty face of yours? Could it be that you left me behind at the bar with no way to get to the motel last night. Sam was already holed up in the room. My phone was dead so I couldn't even call him. I had to walk back by myself, in the middle of the night, with my hand wrapped tightly around the hilt of my blade.”

He looks confused. “That can’t be right? You were talking to that guy at the bar.”

“Yeah. Key word being talking , Dean. Who's the jealous one now? I was never planning on going home with him. And I never once thought you not only would have left me behind. But that you'd do so without even saying anything.”

“What?”

“I was grabbing a round of drinks for us while that guy was chatting me up. When I turned around to head back to the table, you were gone. I walked out to the parking lot and there was no sign of Baby anywhere. You were so caught up in little miss sunshine that you forgot I even existed. Thankfully we had already wrapped up this werewolf case or things could have gone badly.”

“I-I,” Dean starts to stutter.

“Don’t.” You shush him. “Don’t apologize now just because my anger is justified. I just want to get out of this town and focus on the next case. Maybe I'll go see how my dad is doing.”

“Earth to Havoc. Hello? Are you there?” Sam asks with a tap to your arm.

“Huh?” You shake yourself out of your memories.

“You okay? You seemed really lost there for a bit? What were you thinking about?”

“Nothing important. Just the past coming to haunt me without my permission.” You force a chuckle out.

“Are you sure us being here is okay?”

“Of course it's okay Sammy. Just some hard truths have surfaced and I’m trying to navigate them without imploding the life I’ve grown accustomed to and love so much. That’s all.”

“I think your life here is pretty fantastic. You should protect it at all costs. Including from my brother. I’m sure he can fit in with what you have going on but I know the damage he caused you runs deep. Even if you have forgiven him it doesn't excuse what he put you through in my opinion.”

You can’t help but smile at him. He always did know the right things to say when you needed them most. “Thanks Sammy. Now what did you come out here for?”

“Oh. Right. Mikey and Clark just got back and Walter wants to debrief now so we can put a plan together.”

“Awesome. I can delay the inevitable discussion I have to have with Dean further. Thank God.”

“Wow.” He raises an eyebrow. “Am I going to need to make sure we have a hasty getaway?”

“Honestly? I’m not sure.” You shrug. “The Dean I know intimately is not the Dean that showed up here so you’re better at being able to assess that than me.”

He sighs. “Well that’s an issue for future Sam I guess.”

Curtis walks out onto the patio. “Dewdrop, I suggest you get a move on before Walt loses his patience. Mikey looks hell bent on taking on his Uncle today and Clark keeps looking at his phone. The sooner we debrief the sooner we can separate them and you can soothe the bear.”

“Is that all I’m good for Axeman? To soothe the savage beast?” You tease.

“No. But you already know that and I am not inclined to stroke your little bratty ego this morning so let’s get a move on shall we.” 

He gives you a stern look.

You just nod your head and make your way inside. As you move to pass by Curtis he grabs your hand and pulls you into him. Grabbing your chin between his thumb and pointer finger he places a loving kiss to your lips. 

“The tension inside is getting to me. Along with all the other things going on today. You weren’t being bratty. I shouldn’t have responded that way.”

You give him a weak smile. “It’s okay. Everyone seems a bit on edge today.”

“Still no excuse. I’m going to have to make it up to you. Set aside some time for me after your little chat with Dean. Deal?”

“Deal.” You seal it with a kiss and make your way inside where the air is thick with male posturing.

“Oh for crying out loud.” You palm your face. “Mikey. Clark. Sit down.” You point to the love seat then proceed to march up to Walter. “And you Sir, knock off the brooding. What happened to me was an accident and other than a few bumps and scrapes, I’m fine. So quit the shit. They could have said fuck you and not held up their end of the deal but here they are with intel that we need to help Sam and Dean. So let’s debrief so we can make a plan and get on with our day. Do you understand me?”

He looks down at you, his ever present scowl on his face, but there is a look of adoration in his eyes. “Understood.”

Sy, Curtis, and Sam try to hold in their laughter. While Dean, Mikey and Clark stare on, mouth agape at what they just witnessed.

“We just gonna gawk at me all morning or is someone going to fill us in on what is happening at that vamp nest?”

“Figured I'd find you here.” You walk over and lean against Baby. “Nothing like some grease and a turn of the wrench to help the gears cog along in your brain to formulate a plan of action.”

“Old habits die hard I guess.”

He pulls back from the engine. Giving you a once over.

“Spoke with your guys earlier. Your dynamic is interesting.”

“I can't tell if that's an insult or not.”

“It's not. It just got me thinking and maybe invoked a memory or two.”

“Dean we only ever shared women together so I don't know what memories my poly relationship could evoke.”

“Not like that. Although I gotta admit the first night we were here. I could hear you all together and those sounds you make still have an effect on me.”

“Too bad you walked away like you did. Or you'd still be the one pulling those sounds out of me.”

“Ouch. But fair. No amount of apologies are going to fix what I did. But I'm willing to try and make it up to you and your men.”

“Let me stop you right there Dean. I don't need you to try and fix it. The damage is done and quite frankly I'm all the more happier in life for it.”

He grunts.

“Look, I still love you. I think I always will. But we're not good together. Plus I’m not willing to risk damaging myself or them because of nostalgia. It certainly was not all roses when we were together. You have to admit that.”

“So we argued a bit.”

“A bit? Dean, are you out of your mind? Our arguments were horrible when you chose not too just give me the silent treatment and go fuck some chick from the bar. After making sure to remind me that we were not an actual couple. I was just a warm place to return home to.”

“That was the truth! Your sweet little pussy was the warmest, most welcoming place to come home to.” He states with a smirk as he cleans his hands on a rag.

“Now is not the time to joke around Dean.”

“Who said I was joking. To this day no other pussy compares.” He licks his lips. “It kills me that the 3 of them get to have what I feel to be rightfully mine.”

“You gave up any claim to me and my pussy the day you waltz back into Lisa's life.”

“Lisa was uncomplicated. Simple. When you are as complex as a rubix cube. At the time I didn't want the extra baggage.”

Your mouth falls open in shock. “Extra baggage? What the fuck is that suppose to mean?”

“Looking at you reminded me of everything I lost and the broken pieces left behind. It was easier to play house with Lisa than stick with you and try to mend all our broken parts with mindless sex.”

“Mindless sex? You make it sound like I was some kind of personal cock sleeve for you.”

“A lot of the time you were.”

SMACK. On instinct your open palm connects with his scruffy jaw.

“How fucking dare you reduce me too that.”

He steps up to you. Fist clenched at his side as he crowds your space. Anger and heat radiating off of him.

Your men, along with Sam, Mikey and Clark, had been watching this little conversation go down from the windows. Allowing you the space you needed but guarding you as always. The minute your hand struck Dean's cheek they were out the door and on the lawn. Mikey, Clark and Sam included. All eyes set on Dean. 

“You better think through your next move carefully, Winchester. There is a pitbull primed to take a bite out your ass for staring down their mama like that.” Sy hollers. 

He takes a step back and grips his hair. Screaming into the open yard. “You drive me fucking crazy. You know that!” 

“Ditto! But it changes nothing. Maybe a year or two ago, before I met my boys and was shown what real partnership and love looks like, things could have been different. I might have been able to give us a real chance. Even at the risk of further hurt. But that’s not me anymore. I know my value and I’m happy. Really happy. Just like I deserve. You’ve got the intel you need. It’s up to you and Sam if you want our help any further. Either way our door is always open for you.”

“I need to clear my head.” He rushes forward and slams the hood. “Sam don’t wait up and don’t go hunting those vamps til I get back.”  

You stand still. Fists clenched as he drives away. Booga and Jet are running around you, barking at the retreating muscle car. Curtis, with a determined gate, makes his way over to you. Without skipping a beat he scoops you up into his arms and heads to the barn. 

“That'll be our cue to head back inside boys.” Walter states whistling for the dogs to return.

“What the fuck was all that?” Mikey blurts out.

“History coming to a boiling point.” Sy imparts. “Come on. Sam can fill ya in on all the gory details.”

“She gonna be okay?” Clark inquires.

“Curtis has her. There is no place safer for her to be.” Walt informs him.

“Who the fuck does he think he is!? Saying shit like that to me and then running off because he doesn’t like the results? He’s lucky an open hand slap was all he got.”

“You’re hot when you’re murderous.”

You finally stop pacing back and forth and turn your head towards Curtis. Who is smiling ear to ear.

“And that sassy little walk when you're pacing? God damn does it make your ass look great Dewdrop.”

“I see what you’re doing Axe man.”

“And what is that my angry little minx?”

“Trying to seduce the anger out of me.”

“Is it working?”

“Maybe a little bit. Still feel like punching something though.”

“Wanna spare?”

You quirk an eyebrow up in his direction.

“Come on. I’ll even take my shirt off for ya.” 

Not wasting any time, he grips the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Stepping back onto the mat as he tosses it aside. He shakes his muscular arms out and crouches down into a fighting stance. With the fingers of his right hand he makes a come hither motion.

Deciding to fight fire with fire you grab the hem of your shirt and raise it off of your body. Taking advantage of Curtis admiring your newly exposed flesh you rush him. Dropping down you swing your leg out and spin. Causing the normally agile hunter to fall on his ass.

You step over his prone frame. Encasing his broad torso between your legs. With a smile to rival the Cheshire cat, he wraps his hands around the back of your knees and pulls you down onto him.

“How much do you like these leggings?”

“They arent my favorite and they’re getting kind of old why?”

The next thing you know you hear a rip and feel the cold air hit your backside right before Curtis turns you both over and pins you to the ground.

“Because.” He quickly unbuttons and zips down his fly. “I’m going to fuck the frustration out of you and I just dont have the patience to undress you properly. Now let's see if you’re wet enough for me already?”

He trails his fingers along your now damp folds.

“Mmm. Nice and wet for me. Like always. But is your pussy ready to take me? It is quite a lot to fit into such a tight space.”

You can’t help but whimper at his dirty talk. A whimper that quickly turns into a moan as he takes his two middle fingers and pushes them inside you with ease. Making that same come hither motion as before which has you squirming and closing your eyes at the onslaught of pleasure.

“Uh uh. Open your eyes Dewdrop. I want you to watch my face as I slide inside you. Watch what this perfect little pussy does to me every time I am blessed with the chance to have your walls suffocate me.”

You open your eyes on a whine as he pulls his fingers free. Coating his length in your essence, he grabs his base, notching it at your entrance and slowly guides himself inside you.

The look on his face is pure ecstasy. His mouth dropping open on a gasp and his eyes closing as if to calm himself to keep from busting so quickly.

“Who’s the one with their eyes closed now?” You tease.

His hand quickly finds your throat and applies pressure as he opens those ocean eyes you love so much. Now darkened pools, reminiscent of an angry sea.

“Needed a moment to recenter. Didn’t think you’d enjoy me coming on the first stroke.”

“My pussy that good Axe Man?” You challenge.

“The absolute best baby girl.” He pulls his hips back. “I’d tell you not to forget it but I enjoy reminding you too much.”

He slams forward and pulls you up into a kiss. His hand around your throat, the only thing keeping you upright as he writes his love and adoration along your silken walls.

“Where’s all that fight you had? Did I fuck it out of you already.”

Your grip the back of his neck and dig your nails into his skin for the slight. Causing him to growl and quicken his pace.

“That all you got dewdrop?”

With a devilish smile you score your nails down his back. Leaving an angry red trail behind of irritation and partially broken skin.

The pain just spurs him on. The penance he deserves for snapping at you this morning. He’s taking it like a champ and it’s the hottest thing you’ve seen in the last couple of days since your accident. You didn't want to be handled with kid gloves. You wanted to be loved and fucked hard just like before.

You could feel your climax quickly approaching as the tell tale tingle in your spine made itself known.

“Oh, fuck. So close. So, so close. Gonna come.”

“Mmm. Yes the fuck you are little one.” Curtis groaned. “Come on. Give it to me baby. Come all over my cock. Squeeze the life out of me so I can finally fill my good girl's perfect pussy up.” 

The praise and loving command for you to come apart was your undoing. As tears begin to slowly leak from your eyes, you release all the hurt you thought you healed but was only buried deep, with a scream.

Pussy clamping down around Curtis’ thickness and bringing him along for the ride. You feel every twitch of his cock as he paints your walls and cervix white. A deep growl rumbling from his chest.

Laying there, cocooned under the full weight of one of your men, full and satisfied, you let it all go. Quiet tears turning into sobs.

“Why was it so difficult for him to just love me?! Am I really that complicated? Is my baggage too much?”

“Oh Dewdrop, no.” He kisses your forehead. “You're not too much, baby. He just wasn't strong enough to face his own demons to allow him to love you right.”

“But look at me. I need 3 men just to handle all of the bullshit that comes with me.”

“Stop that shit right there. Do you have baggage? Yes. But look at the mountain of it us 3 assholes bring to the table. And you shower each of us with so much love and respect. I didn't know someone could hold so much love so deeply for so many people at once. Your baggage is the least of our worries. You can do with adding a couple more bags to pile actually.”

Your chuckle. Finally cracking a genuine smile.

“I love you C. Thank you for the reminder of how overflowing with love I am now.”

“Damn, does that mean we can't add on to the love fest?” Sy quips as he leans against the weight rack. Walter stood stoic beside him. You didn't even notice them come in.

“Feeling better baby? Axe man work his magic?” Walt adds.

“He did.” You say on a sniffle. “But I wouldn't refuse some more. I got a couple more rounds left in me. You up for the task?”

Sy grabs the top of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Tossing it aside as he walks forward, unzipping his jeans and letting them fall to his ankles. Going commando as always he steps out of his jeans and continues on until he reaches where you're laid prone on the mat.

Lowering to his knees he reaches forward and gently wraps his meaty hand around your throat.

“Never let that bratty fire of yours burn out. You hear me. You never have been and never will be too much.”

He pulls you forward and steals your breath away with a kiss that is so much more than just a kiss.

“Now come sit on your rightful throne and let me show you just how much I love and adore you while you take my cock like the good girl you are.”

“What about Walter?”

“I'll be enjoying the show.” He grins. “Patiently waiting to put you back together after Sy breaks you apart.”

“You heard the man. Your throne awaits.”

[amethystgoldenwind]

ROTTMNT Fanfiction Library

[EDIT: As of April 18th, I have no plans to update this. I have the Ao3 profile, and I've been meaning to put all the fics in the same continuity in a series, so that'll fix the 'out of order' issue}

All my fics are posted exclusively on Ao3! The site's guest-friendly so you don't need an account. Fair warning that I harbour TONS of favouritism towards Donnie, so most of my stories are about him. I'll organise them and include word counts and a short description!

Any and all warnings will be in the tags of the fics themselves. I haven't written anything too dark for Rise (yet), but everyone has varying levels of comfort and sensitivity. Put yourself first and read accordingly!

I personally use "Whump" to mean fics focused on physical injuries, and "Angst" to mean emotional/mental pain. All of my fics include comfort!

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Goldenwind Riseverse (In chronological order)

The main series, if you will! These fics are primarily canon-compliant, but include my own interpretations, expansions, and headcanons both grounded and not. They may reference each other, they may not, but they've all happened.

Also, Autistic Donnie is my favourite thing to tackle and write about. Expect LOTS of fics about or featuring his autistic experience and struggles, inspired by my own at times.

My ideas have expanded the more I write, so the 'older' fics might be missing some things (like tails), but are still canon to the Goldenverse.

Champion of the Water (4K, Turtle Tots, barely Donnie-centric but Leo POV, fun & games; a holding-your-breath contest reveals an interesting softshell 'power' of Donnie's)

A Turtle's Best Friend (9K, S1 Repo Mantis, Donnie-centric, angst-to-fluff; Donnie begrudgingly gets a doggo)

A Living Stone Against the Pavement (4.4K, S1 Purple Jacket, Donnie&April-centric, whump; Donnie gets hurt & April has to save him)

Paper Burns in the Third Degree (10K, S1 original, Mikey-centric, whump; the Mad Dogs have to escape a burning library after an explosion)

The Egg Pan (2.7K, S1 ambiguous, Disaster Twins-centric, humour, autistic VS normie; the twins fight over a pan with a predetermined purpose)

Staying Sane in the Mama Train (2.6k, S1 Insane in the Mama Train, Donnie-centric, angst, in losing his identity; Donnie must also give up his accommodations)

The Egg Pan Part 2 (2k, S2 ambiguous, Disaster Twins-centric, humour, autistic VS normie again; Donnie tries to die with honour over the pan with the predetermined purpose)

Stadium of a Hundred Needles (4.4k, Series ambiguous, Donnie-centric, angst/whump; Donnie battles sensory overload at a Yokai sports game)

System Glitch (I think I am) (8.5K, S2 original, Donnie-centric, 11pm musings; Donnie questions the probability of his disability and goes to Draxum for answers)

Existance of the Metaphorical 'Wrong Side' (6K, S2 ambiguous, Donnie-centric, angst/whump; Donnie does stupid things after waking up sad/stressed and Repo Mantis chooses to be a decent person about it)

The Hilarity of the Difficult Son (4.9K, S2/Post S2 Original, Splinter&Donnie-centric, two scenes; Donnie 'comes out' as autistic and Splinter doesn't like it at first, but is later forced to accept it)

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A Butterfly with a Mechanical Wing AU

A miniature alternate universe where only one thing is different: Donnie is a nonspeaking autistic and communicates through alternate means. The purpose of this series is to explore a new type of normal and perhaps tackle some challenges a nonspeaker would face. Don't worry, he's treated mostly the same by his family, just with more accommodations. He also retains his wonderful personality.

Full disclaimer, I am a speaking autistic and do not wish to speak FOR anyone. This is mainly a creative/fun exercise to explore alternate means of communication (which fascinate me) and is not meant to reflect a true nonspeaking experience.

Series Link

A Cause to Celebrate (3.3K, Leo POV, fun & games, the boys throw April a party after a successful round of mid-terms)

The Poisonous Platter (3.4k, Raph POV, mission, the Mad Dogs have to stop another one of Meat Sweats' nefarious plans)

A Chameleon Effect (11k, rotating POV, humorus incident, the mad dogs eat chocolates that performs the ol' soul switcharoo)

Love Me Just the Same (4.4k, Donnie POV; Donnie fears that being nonspeaking will put him at odds with the newly freed founder of his clan)

I have plans for more stories in this AU, and look forward to writing and sharing them!

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I hope you found something of interest! I hope to deliver many more fics as time goes on. My ADHD gives me endless ideas, but writing them is the true challenge.

Arrivederci, fellow nerds!

[missacidburn928]

It's Hard For Me To Say Chapter 6

It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way you're happy without me... (Chapter 6)

Hunterverse AU

Sy, Walter, Curtis (Lumberjack & the 2 bears) x POC Reader "Havoc/TG"

Ex Dean x Reader

Platonic Sam x Reader

Summary:

Mikey and Clark return and you finally try to have that conversation with Dean.

Warnings:

Angst and Fluff and Smut, Jealousy, Hunterverse AU, Polyamory, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Inappropriate Humor, Angst and Romance, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut

Notes:

This chapter has been haunting me for some time now and I finally got it to a place where I felt ok with it. So I decided to say fuck it with trying to make it perfect and just go ahead and post it as is. Happy Reading Heathens 😈

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

You’re mindlessly scanning the plastic breakfast menu as you sit with Sam at the diner next to the No Tell Motel you just checked out of. The bell above the door tinkles, catching your attention as your eyes slowly turn in its direction. 

In swaggers Dean. Hair, a sexy disheveled mess and a satisfied smirk on his face you knew all too well. You roll your eyes and get Sam’s attention. 

“Psst. Sammy. Come sit over here by me please.”

“What? Why?”

“I can’t deal with him this morning. Not after last night. Please Sammy. I just want to eat and get back on the road home.”

It seems as if he might object, but with another look in your eyes he quickly slides out of his side of the booth and into yours. Before you can even get out a ‘thank you’ Dean is at the table with a confused look on his face as he takes the now empty seat across from you both.

You focus back on the menu. Ignoring the emerald eyes you know are trying to gauge your mood.

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[angelmichelangelo]

i’m brainworming about your human au for the 100 prompts could i get #10 with raph and leo? (not romantic i just love leo and raph fluff as much as i love angst and that line could go many ways all of which i love).

- anon that eated your au a bit ago

have some human au on me anon. bon appetit <3 hehe

x

There’s the sound of furious thumbs jabbing against buttons. It’s been a while since Mikey’s commentary on their game had died down, instead conserving his energy to fully focus now that the title of Ultimate Champion of Mario Kart was so close to being his. Leo watches on with delight, back pressed up against the bottom of the couch, it allows Donnie to swing his legs over his shoulders, nudging him with the heel of his foot as he too engrossed himself in spectating over his brother’s battle to the end, all while Donnie practices little braids dotted around his hair without care. “No way. No, no, no, no.” Mikey’s gone from being cross legged on the floor to fully standing now, earning a series of complaints from both Leo and Donnie who shove him out of the way so they can see. Their TV screen is only small, but all focus in the room has gravitated towards it for this moment. Raph’s killing it. And he knows he is. There’s a wicked grin creeping across his face. He’s got a red shell in his arsonary. Oh ho. Leo chuckles to himself as he watches Raph close the gap between them, hot on Mikey’s poor, unsuspecting tail. It’s all over now. Raph launches, just as they both come into view of the finish line. It’s cruel. Unlawful, one might argue, but it doesn’t matter now. The petty crime sends Mikey’s into a spin and Raph shoots past him, bumping up to second, and then first after he knocks Rosalina off thee track and onto the green. 

“Ah ha! Yes!” Raph roars, jumping to his feet. Mikey’s still gawping at the TV screen, clutching the controllers like it’s the only thing gravitating him to the earth. “I win!” Raph cheers, circling his younger brother, jutting his leg out to shove his dirtied socked foot in his face right under his nose, Mikey doesn’t even have the energy to bat them away properly, instead choosing to mournfully lilt from side to side. “You lose! You lose, ha ha!”Donnie chortles. Leo goes to stand but Mikey is quicker. And because Mikey is ten still as opposed to Raph’s thirteen, he takes it all very personally. “That’s not fair!” He cries, his face screwing up with anger. Raph just smirks. “Life ain’t fair. Suck it.” Mikey doesn’t take very kindly to that, his face going a shade darker and oh boy, Leo knows what’s coming next. He lets out a guttural growl, like a warning sign and then comes the floods of tears. It doesn’t stop there, however, the smaller boy barreling towards his brother, he uses his smaller stature to his advantage, cannonballing right into his middle it seems to knock all the wind out of Raph at once. The controllers are on the floor, discarded and disgraced, Donnie’s hauling himself up to grab at them before they get broken whilst Leo is getting up to separate his brothers. Mikey’s got Raph’s hoodie strings in a tight clasp, as if some attempt to choke him out, whereas Raph’s got a fistful of Mikey’s twist outs in his, which okay, too far, Leo thinks bitterly, they saved up a lot of money to get his hair done and he wasn’t having his baby brother walking around with a bald spot over a stupid game of Mario Kart.

He wedges himself between each brother prying them apart, he’s able to separate them, barely as they continue to go at each other. “Alright, alright!” Leo calls out over their squabbling, holding them both at arms length. “Quit it.” Mikey, who’s still got a face full of fresh tears and something murderous written across his face hiccups a sob. “Leo!” He whines. He’s pulling out all the stops on this one. “Leo, tell Raph to stop being so mean! Tell him!” Raph scoffs. In fact, despite the beat down he got, he seems to be enjoying all of this quite a lot, Possibly more than the video game. “Mike, can it. Raph was just messing. It’s called not being such a sore loser.” Donnie snorts a laugh. “Ha. Loser.” Mikey wails, all dramatics, Leo gives him the smallest of shoves to tell him to knock it off. Mikey does exactly that when he realizes he’s getting nowhere. “If you can’t play properly then you won’t play at all.” He’s genuinely super appreciative that April’s mom got them the game for Hanukkah but… yeah. This was going to be a problem. For most of their childhood they only had Monopoly and Snakes and Ladders and even those games tended to get heated. “No, I’ll be good,” Mikey is quick to change his tune, wrapping his arms around the length of Leo’s. “Sorry.” He says in a rush. “Sorry Raph.” Raph just rolls his eyes. “You fight like you play.” There’s a beat and Leo knows exactly what’s coming. “Like shit.” That sets Mikey off again, growling and sobbing, trying to somehow break through Leo to get to Raph. Donnie is uninterested, picking up the controller, he’s in his own little world as he studies each of the customisation options on the Donkey Kong rig.

“Who designed the physics for a go kart with barrel wheels? Just ridiculous.” Is what Leo hears him mutter under his breath rather incredulously. Leo struggles against Mikey who’s clawing and crying still. Raph’s smirk is plastered boldly across his face. “You had to set him off, didn’t you?” Leo says with a deadpan expression. Raph shrugs. “What? I was bored of beating everyone’s ass at that game. Gotta find some fun ‘round here.” Leo sighs. How was it that all his siblings ended up such devil children? And that he was solely responsible for said devil children?

“You are… really something else, aren’t you?” Leo says in disbelief. Mikey’s gone limp mode, now laying on the floor, rolling around like he’s been shot. God, ten year olds are the worst sometimes, he thinks. Raph grins, sweeping his braids out of his eyes, there’s no shame to his voice when he responds happily, “I know.”

[craftypeaceturtle]

Okay, here's a list of pure nonsense fluff for the 2012 boys!

(This isn't a full list but this is what I've found so far, I'll maybe keep this updated as I find more)

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Baby Steps by maddiecakeo

A collection of stories about the boys growing up— Following their milestones and firsts, and Splinter just trying his best.

Words: 9000

(What it says on the tin! This is really cute and sweet in how it talks about Splinter being a dad to the boys. The first words chapter is my favourite, it's so cute and sweet!!)

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Starlight Through a Brother's Eyes by her_silhouette

Mikey's having a bad day and Donnie finds a way to cheer him up. Years later, Mikey returns the favor. A part of the TMNT Secret Santa 2014 thing going on on Tumblr.

Words: 4000

(Has some very slight angsty undertones but I think this should count as fluff. A great exploration of Donnie and Mikey's relationship. It was really sweet and explores a dynamic of them both especially looking out for each other and how you look back at comforting childhood memories)

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Everyone Needs Hug by anonymous

Leo wakes up on the wrong side of the bed. After a disastrous morning he is eager to meditate, only it all goes wrong when he trips and falls into some framed family photos.

While cleaning up the mess he comes across a photo he has no recollection of.

Words: 2000

(If you want some tooth rotting family fluff then this is the story for you. It's just a real sweet story about making the most out of seemingly ordinary simple moments. Shows a real sappy side of Splinter.)

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Where Do We Begin? (the rubble or our sins) by chazzthegreatandpowerful

Mikey is hit by cuddle pollen, and he and his brothers try to deal with it. (And maybe heal some family wounds along the way.)

Words: 5000

(Again some slight angsty undertones here but the focus is definitely on fluff and the angst almost happens off camera. Great! Fantastic! Explores the 2012's turtle's physical side and how close they are as they reignite a closer relationship with each other.)

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Returning Familiarities by Soft_Dragon

Or, while Leo recovers he gets to spend more time with his family and let's his guard down for the first time in a long while.

Words: 4000

(An angsty set up as it takes place shortly after Leo woke up from the coma but the focus is on the family slowly recovering and rediscovering Leo's joy and silliness. A really cute look into the relationships surrounding Leo. The scene with Leo and April I thought was so cute!)

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smoke signals by cxlesstial and HeyAssbuttImBatman

It's an unremarkable day in New York City when Casey meets a horrible goose. But then he meets his soulmates, so it's not all bad.

Words: 17,000

(Not going to be for everyone, this is a human au and soulmate au for April, Casey and Donnie. Has the most creative and stupid set up for a soulmate au but god it was fun to read. The scene of April and Casey meeting the brothers was fucking cute. This is just a sugary sweet romance, nothing but pure fluff!)

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Fear Exhaustion by hatwall

After the terminator cockroach diabolical, Raphael finds himself seeking out comfort from his brothers.

Words: 2000

(Finally some Raph centric fluff!! This takes an episode and has the brothers all chilling out and decompressing with each other. Good ol' bros supporting bros! Love how they described the itchy discomfort as Raph tries to settle himself after such a tough mission.)

I love the angst and hurt as much as the next guy, I totally get it. But does anyone have any like pure sheer fluff fics for the 2012 turtles?

I think I have thoroughly latched on to the 2012 boys and sometimes life is hard and I want to read some meaningless nonsense fluff of the guys. If you have any fic recs, I would forever be in your debt

[nolita-fairytale]

carmen 'carmy' berzatto masterlist

Thee Carmy x Reader 'Make My Heart Surrender' Universe (In Chronological Order):

comfort & chaos (prequel to make my heart surrender)

a series of vignettes: the five times carmen berzatto fell in love with you a little and the one time he finally told you. (completed)

october 2019 | covid & carbonara | heat waves | 2/22/22** | called you again | home**

the phone call (blurb - the phone call that gets reader to chicago in the first place)

make my heart surrender

after quitting your job at the restaurant you both used to work at, carmy asks you to come in and work with his pastry chef at his new spot, the bear. only, the longer you stick around, it becomes clear that you have unfinished business. will one week in chicago change your life, and his, forever? (completed)

tuesday | wednesday | thursday | friday (**18+ for smut) | saturday/sunday | monday | tuesday, again | the playlist

home (final chapter from comfort & chaos - **smut)

try a little tenderness (fluff & angst blurb)

cigarettes & coffee (fluffy blurb)

strawberries & cigarettes (fluffy blurb)

j is for james beard... and for jealousy (**smut oneshot | 18+ only)

your past and mine are parallel lines (fluff oneshot)

pov: carmy makes people magazine's sexiest chef alive list (fluff blurb)

bad moon rising (what if/angst-shot -- guest starring mikey berzatto)

sister-in-law (fluff oneshot -- guest starring natalie berzatto)

still into you (sequel to make my heart surrender)

you, syd, marcus, and carmy return to where it all began: new york city, prompting you and carmy to think a lot about your past... and your future together. (completed)

thursday | **bonus smut scene | friday | saturday | sunday | it's perfect, chef (**bonus smut scene)

don't want to walk alone

the long awaited wedding fic for carmy x reader in the make my heart surrender universe. this six part series chronicles the wedding planning, your (not) bachelorette party, the wedding, and the honeymoon as you build a life with your husband-to-be. (completed)

june/july | august | september | the honeymoon pt 1 | the honeymoon pt 2 | epilogue: november

granola blurb

carmy as your baby daddy

a social media au & headcanon series detailing your first pregnancy with carmy. created for the make my heart surrender universe, but can be read as a standalone work. this has been created in collaboration with @carmensberzattos & @allthefandomstogether , the graphic goddess. (completed)

part one | part two | part three | part four | give you my wild, give you a child (**smut-shot) | part five | part six | part seven

the social media au

scenes from the relationship & this story depicted as social media posts. won't always align with my other social media/moodboards.

part one | part two: first year of dating | part three |

extras/moodboards/headcanons/imagines:

your life as a pastry chef in chicago while dating carmy (moodboard & headcanon)

meeting mikey in another lifetime (headcanon)

pov: you're marrying carmen berzatto (moodboard)

honeymoon lingerie moodboard

christmas with carmy moodboard & blurb

The Bear: Unrelated to Make My Heart Surrender:

(nothing here YET but working on it)

so my darling | sydney adamu x male!chef oc

jealous!carmy & jealous!luca headcanon

stargazing with marcus brooks (blurb)

sneaking around with carmy (blurb)

[gaybitchfx]

hello I'd like to request a Mikey fic omega verse AU where reader is pregnant (due to them having intercourse while drunk) and he tells Mikey that he's the father bc he's the only guy he ever had intercourse with, but Mikey doesn't believe him bc he doesn't remember anything from their drunken love making, but he still accompanies reader through the pregnancy bc he wants to prove that he isn't the father when the kid is born. (but he is) angst and fluff pls thank you. also take your time and take care!

-🍓 Character(s): Mikey

-🍓 Type of reader: M!Reader

-🍓 Category: SFW + a/b/o

-🍓 Warning(s): Angst

-🍓 Edited: ❌

Your hands trembled as you stared at the pregnancy test, two pink lines were shown meaning you were pregnant.

“I’m…pregnant..” You mumbled in disbelief as your vision began to cloud from the tears that formed in your eyes.

You dug deep into your memory hoping you could at least figure out who the last person you were with till it dawned on you.

Mikey.

You remember drinking with him and after that everything was just fuzzy and choppy.

“How am I going to tell him?” You rested your head in your hands after placing the test to the side. It took you a while, but you called Mikey saying you had something to tell him, something very important.

You didn’t tell him what it was leaving him more curious till you both met up. “So, what is it?” Mikey asked as he yawned, a tear bead appearing in the corner of his eye.

“I’m…pregnant…” You whispered the last part making Mikey tilt his head a bit. “You’re what?” “I’m pregnant.” You said louder this time surprise Mikey. “Ooo congratulations. Who’s the father?”

Mikey clapped his hands a faint smile appearing on his lips. You gripped the sleeve of your jacket as a faint whimper left your mouth, you were upset. “You alright?” Mikey asked, his smile disappearing.

“You’re..you’re the father.” Mikey’s eyes widened as he quickly stood up from his seat. “No way that’s mine... I didn’t even have sex with you..” Mikey said as he furrowed his brows making you look down at your lap.

“You were the first and only person I’ve been with, Mikey. We did it after we went drinking.”

“Bullshit. I don’t even remember what happened after that.” Mikey looked down at you, you were shaking and on the verge of crying, your scent was a mix of feelings.

He let out a sigh as he brushed some of his hair away from his face.

“I don’t think it’s mine, but I’ll still be there for you till you give birth to that pup. When I prove it’s not mine then..there isn’t much I can do after to help me.” Mikey said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Thank you..” You sniffled and brushed away any stray tears. Months went by and Mikey did as he said, he made sure you were well taken care of and safe till you were in the 1st month of your third trimester.

“Mikey..could you get the stole for me please?” You asked the man who nodded and went to the living room to retrieve the item.

When he came back, you were holding onto the counter, panting in pain. Underneath you was a puddle of water that had damped your slippers and the floor. Mikey dropped the stole as he began panicking internally.

“Is it..” You nodded your head, not even bothering to talk. Mikey quickly got the car keys and gently rushed you out the door and to the car. “The baby wasn’t supposed to be here for another two months, fuck..” Mikey grumbled as he left the drive-through and began speeding to the hospital.

“I’m..sorry..” You said in between gasps, tears began streaming down your face. Mikey’s face softened as he took your hand in his. “It’s not your fault, don’t worry.” He said as he released a more calming and pleasant scent to help with your pain and calm you down.

When the both of you arrived at the hospital you were rushed to the emergency room, Mikey of course had to wait in the waiting room. His leg bounced as he waited for one of the doctors to come out, it felt like you were in there forever.

Time was ticking by slowly, seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours. When one of the doctors came out Mikey quickly got up from his seat. “How is he and the baby? Are they alright?” Mikey asked, worry present on his. The doctor smiled and nodded her head.

“The mother and baby are both healthy and are doing just fine. The baby came earlier than expected so we’ll have to keep her in an incubator till she grows a bit more.

“Can…Can I see them?” The doctor nodded her head and Mikey quickly followed her. His heart jumped around in his chest as he grew closer and closer to the doors.

When he was inside you were laid down on a bed holding a baby in a pink blanket, feeding her. You looked exhausted but happy, happy you got to meet your baby.

Mikey hesitantly went over to you getting your attention. He had gotten a good look at the baby and she looked just like him. “I told you she was yours..” You giggled making the baby coo before she yawned.

“She’s so tiny..” Mikey whispered as he moved his finger to the baby’s hand which she instantly grabbed onto. His eyes glossed over with tears as Mikey stared at his child.

“Does that mean you’ll stay?” “Of course...I now have a family of my own..” Mikey sniffled as he rubbed his teary eyes. You lightly laughed as he gave a small kiss on your baby’s head.

-🍓tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @lostsomewhereinthegarden

[farfromstrange]

Butterfly Effect | Michael Kinsella x Reader

Masterlist ; Chaos Theory (continuation)

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x Barista!Reader Coffee Shop AU

Summary: After spending years in prison, Michael Kinsella gets to be a free man again. He wants to be a better man for his daughter – no, he needs to be if he wants to see her again. For that, he needs to leave the man he was in the name of his family behind and look forward. Though as a Kinsella, leaving the bloodshed and crime in the past seems sheerly impossible. After all these years, he's not sure where to with himself, but he is more than sure that he wants to try. In search of something familiar, he walks the streets of the city that have become a stranger to him now. Michael, in desperate need of a hot drink and a shield around the world, decides to give the new café that has replaced his and Jimmy's old favorite coffee shop a shot. It's where he meets you, a kind-hearted barista who seems more than determined to make him smile with a simple coffee order, and you slowly but steadily start to unravel his guarded heart.

Or, five times you take the first step, and the one time Michael finally takes a step toward you.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, mentions of canon-typical violence, eventual smut (additional warnings will be added before every chapter)

A/n: I considered long and hard if I should post this or the chapter first, but like this, I have some more time to edit. was planning to write it as a long One Shot, but then I looked at the word count of the first part and I decided this would be the best way to go. Each chapter is a One Shot, but they all connect and build on each other. I am on my Michael Kinsella shit. This is not too plot heavy, so you can read it even without having watched both seasons of the show (God knows I am guilty of not being through Season 2 yet either, so this will be loosely based on Season 1). But this is an AU, after all, and it's basically just me trying to give Mikey some much-needed comfort.

This is going to be a mini-series told in 7 parts!

Toffee Nut Latte

Butterfly Pea Flower On Ice

Irish Coffee

Dirty Chai

Double Espresso

Bittersweet Symphony

Butterfly Effect (Epilogue)

The form to my tag list can be found on my profile, but if you want to be tagged for this series specifically, just let me know!